"Han Yang! If you want to kill me, you have to pay the price! " Song Lianheng’s hands have gradually turned white because of excessive exertion.

The Shadow Force is an ace army that Emperor Song gave him to train. At worst, everyone in it is a demigod. These people are loyal and absolutely obedient, good at assassination, surprise attack and spying, which can be said to be the trump card in the whole Song Cheng army!
The dish Jing and Shao Ye who died in the hands of Han Yang are members of this shadow force, and Shao Ye is one of the generals. There are a total of 217 people in this army, and the man in charge of these 217 people is the blue man who captured the middle-aged man with one blow.
"Hey, the kitten finally can’t hold back!" Han Yang, who has identified 17 spiritual bodies, has already enveloped the whole Song Fu with resentment. As long as it is within this range, no matter what happens, you can’t fool him.
Dozens of figures quickly swept over the roof and stopped in the high places in a twinkling of an eye. All these people were masked in black, only showing a pair of murderous eyes eyeing up eighteen Han Yang who were targeted by them.
Seventy-two killers don’t look weak. Well, the body of the fortuneteller is really willing to give up their blood … It’s a pity that they will be wiped out.
Han Yang now even has the ability to slay the ghost fairy that Shao Ye died in Han Yang’s seventh demons. In the sight of these demigods, although the number of killers is several times that of Han Yang, it’s never the number that can be measured.
Since you are a running dog, even good words can be saved. There is only one word to say-kill!
Eighteen Han Yang suddenly posed as a bow and arrow, and the shadow players who have been used to Han Yang’s sabre killing have not responded at that time. Eighteen arrows have been stabbed in the mud palace pills of eighteen people with a sound of surprises.
These eighteen "arrows" not only broke the insulation of those eighteen people, but also disappeared into their bodies in an instant. With the disappearance of these eighteen "arrows", the shadow troops also lost eighteen companions. The body of the fortuneteller, who was hit by these eighteen arrows, suddenly began to split from the inside, and the whole body was destroyed and the soul turned into a smoke, not falling into reincarnation, but completely disappearing!
"hey!" Han Yang a sneer at it seems that the gap between the ghost fairy body and the half ghost fairy body is too big. The strength of the killer body of these so-called half fairy bodies can’t even compare with those who fix the truth in a virtual period. It’s really a bit high for them.
See the eighteen Han Yang posing for archery again, and these killers who are in high positions around the roof instantly swim away. After seeing the horror and strangeness of the "arrow" shot by Han Yang, everyone began to fear it.
"whoosh!" There was another sound of surprises. Eighteen strange long arrows were fired at eighteen people again.
The eighteen killers who were locked by the "arrow" made several evasive actions in an instant, but they were finally caught in the middle of Nigong Maru’s life.
The third arrow of Hanyang below has already gained momentum. Where will the remaining killers give them the opportunity to shoot arrows this time? They are almost yelling and rushing towards the eighteen people.
"Hey, die faster!" Eighteen Han Yang qi qi evil laugh tone is full of disdain mocking the third wave of "arrow" shot out.
This time, 18 sharp arrows crossed the air like a string gourd. There were two killers hanging on each "arrow". After three waves of arrows, all the seventy-two killers who had been sent to wait for an opportunity to give Han Yang a fatal blow were all past!
In the Chamber of Secrets, Lian Heng had forgotten his surprise and anger. At this moment, only fear was left in his heart.
Just now, he clearly saw that the so-called "arrow" is eighteen things made of qi, but why can it kill these killers who have the body of a demigod like cutting tofu? This is simply out of his common sense!
Both human beings and ghosts and gods are always full of anxiety and fear about the unknown. And now this mysterious Han Yang is here to kill him!
Damn it! Who the hell is this guy?
self
Oneself and eldest brother worked so hard to cultivate the shadow troops that they were killed by a quarter in the blink of an eye, but the other side was harmless. If we continue like this, even if we can finally kill him, Song Cheng’s army will be weakened. It happened that at this time, eldest brother suddenly had no news. Don’t …
Song Lian Heng didn’t dare to think about it any more. He must calm down now. His eldest brother is the Song Emperor, who is the first round of the nether world of the Ten Halls. He is only second only to Yama right and the equal king. In those days, he was taught with special respect by Fengdu Emperor. The strength of the "Kowloon Ghost Gun", which is known as one of the five magic weapons in the underworld, is even more powerful. It is absolutely impossible to have an accident in the underworld!
Since I met the mysterious man by the weak water river, I was lucky enough to get his advice. Now I am not inferior to my eldest brother in both ghost power and physical strength, and I still have a "Kowloon Ghost Gun" in my hand.
The magic weapon that can compete-I will never lose!
At the thought of the mysterious man Song Lian Heng’s shortness of breath immediately, thick sweat seeped from his forehead. He can swear to heaven that he has never seen anyone who can have this kind of strength that human beings shouldn’t have!
The Fengdu Emperor, whose strength is second only to that of the Earth Treasure King and Bodhisattva, who is regarded as the strongest in the underworld, was defeated by that man without any strength to fight back. Later, I was imprisoned because I didn’t obey that man, and my whole body was under house arrest in the Great Emperor’s Mansion.
Even the earth treasure bodhisattva didn’t dare to fight against that man. He just changed his original order of "going into the eighteenth floor of hell and never being born" to "going into the eighth floor of hell for three years" and listening to the god beast hide into the hell and never asking about the underworld.
….. The whole underworld has almost fallen into the hands of this mysterious man. Except for the city under the jurisdiction of Yamaraja and Chu River, the other eight lords of the underworld have pledged their allegiance to the man.
As long as Yamaraja and Chu River are pushed out of the underworld through the hands of the eight masters of the nether world over time, it will truly become the underworld of this mysterious man. And he, Song Lian Heng, as one of the disciples of the mysterious man, can make it rain in the underworld!
The first step is the underworld; Next, it should be the ghost world under the control of the Five-Party Ghost Emperor.
When the mysterious people unify the government, it is not far from the day when they control the Three Realms. He Song Lian Heng will be all-powerful then. Who dares to disrespect his son Song?
Just at this juncture, it happened that Han Yang, a living person who didn’t know where he came from, was able to radiate something congenial stronger than the soul. Not only that, but also this foaming-up resentment and murderous look … This is something he has never heard of.
Not only that, but this malefic is now looking for himself in the Song Dynasty. He has only one purpose, so let himself go up in smoke!
If it weren’t for the mysterious man’s command, he couldn’t offer that magic weapon as a last resort-he Song Lian Heng would be afraid of just a Han Yang! Even if there are too many strange places in this boy, he Song Lian Heng believes that this will definitely not be the opponent of the treasure he sacrificed!
"Hey, there are more and more deaths." Han Yang’s playful voice was introduced into Song Lian Heng’s ears through this "dark mirror" every word, which made him feel ashamed and angry! He is the only one who has ever played with others. Has he ever been so provoked and humiliated?
Eighteen Han Yang’s body is dead, and with the increase of the number of those dead killers, the feeling of depression is getting stronger and stronger.
"I see." Outside the Song Dynasty, Zhu Xian, who covered Fiona Fang with gods, said to himself, "The more you kill, the stronger you become."? Sure enough, it is exactly the same as the rumored Yanyun eighteen riders. These eighteen people are really fierce! "
After another wave of sneak attack, Han Yang slowly walked outside the yard with a satisfied smile.
Outside the courtyard stood a man with a blue expression, which was exactly the blue man that Han Yang and Zhu Xian had seen together a day before.
"Waiting for you for a long time Song Lian Heng? Hey, you must wait until you are almost dead before you come out. " The red color in Han Yang’s eyes did not fade. Eighteen people walked forward in a fan shape.
The blue man smiled faintly: "It seems that Xiaomou has lost his sight and your strength has already passed the next ghost fairy. Or let me Xiao yihan to end this killing! "
Han Yang’s deity stepped forward and sneered: "Yan Yun rode for eighteen years and nothing grows on me. Han Yang now says that Song Lian Heng never dies and kills! I want to end this killing and let Song Lian die or kill me! "
Xiao Yihan looked up at the sky and said with a long smile, "I have never seen such a crazy generation as you in my life. In that case, you can bury my boys!"
Suddenly there was a strong wind blowing on the ground, and Xiao Yihan’s body slowly floated in the air with this strong wind: "Since you call me the God of the Wind, don’t blame me for not saying good things twice!"
"Fengshen? Silly x is better than this with me? " Han Yang’s eyes instantly restored the red color in the Qingming pupil, and slowly took off the seventeen spirits and took a step back.
It became a one-on-one fight.
Han Yang’s hands were flat and slowly lost behind his back, and his face looked up with a hint of ridicule and said, "Call me a great god in the wind. Since you are a little fengshen, don’t blame me for not saying good things twice!"
A gust of wind suddenly swept from behind Han Yang and held him in the air.
Xiao yihan was ashamed and angry: "I want to die!" He became famous very early, and the magic of Fengshen was superb. The name of Fengshen was also recognized by the whole underworld. Even the Emperor of the Song Dynasty should treat him with courtesy. Has he ever been so humiliated by Han Yang?
"Fuck? To die is to let you die! " Han Yang now also don’t want to this person nonsense, his anger has detected the Song Lian Heng’s general position. It seems that Song Lianheng’s side seems to be a magic weapon at this level, and his pervasive anger has been firmly blocked out.
Wind spells spell pure wind.
If a single theory of spell one hundred Han Yang is no match for this Xiao Yihan; Only if it is a battle to control the wind energy particles between heaven and earth, Han Yang’s ninth ability of demons is much better than Xiao Yihan’s.
"’wind dragon’? Sure enough, it’s not a generation with a reputation. " Han Yang saw Xiao Yihan’s simple spells added up and turned the wind around him into a dragon shape, knowing that the other party was an excellent master in controlling the wind, and now he had a dispute in his heart.
One kind of energy can’t be spelled, so add up everything that can be used!
On that day, Han Yang’s eighth demons’ vitality and the ninth demons’ energy manipulation ability were superimposed to produce his unique killing tactics-the fist with light intensity. Even Shao Ye, who was made into a ghost immortal, couldn’t repair himself by ghost power after getting punched.
The fist began to shine brilliantly, and the dragon in front of him roared toward the DPRK and the ROK.